Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

At the same time.

Chen Haonan was exhausted from running all the way.

His wounds were still bleeding, and Shufen supported him as the two stumbled through one alley after another.

The shouts of battle behind them grew closer and closer.

"Over here!"

Shufen pulled Chen Haonan into a narrow alley.

At the end of the alley is an open space, behind which is a cluster of old residential buildings.

The heavy artillery priest, holding a megaphone, led a group of people forward and asked, "Anan, daughter, are you alright?"

The moment Chan Ho-nam saw him, his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

"priest……"

The pastor's expression changed when he saw Chan Ho-nam covered in blood.

Crow led the way, carrying a machete dripping with blood, followed by a dozen or so henchmen, each one looking fierce and menacing.

"Run! Why did you stop running?"

The crow tilted its head, a smug smile on its lips, "Chen Haonan, even if you sprout wings, you won't be able to fly away today."

The pastor frowned, pulled Chan Ho-nam behind him, and raised the megaphone in his hand.

"Don't move!"

The crow paused, looked at the old man with the megaphone, and frowned.

"Anan, come here quickly."

The pastor said without turning his head.

Shufen helped Chen Haonan walk around him and retreated behind the pastor, where they were surrounded and protected by a group of old neighbors.

"Why!"

The pastor stood in front of the crow, chest puffed out, "You go first, let me handle this."

The crow's face darkened: "Old man, you'd better get lost, or I'll chop you up too."

He raised the machete, the tip almost poking the pastor's nose.

The pastor didn't move an inch, not even blinking.

"Are you trying to scare me?"

The crow took a step forward: "So what if I scare you?"

The pastor smiled.

With a casual gesture, a crowd of people suddenly gathered around.

There were old men wearing vests, middle-aged women wearing aprons, young people with bare chests, and women.

They were carrying all sorts of things: kitchen knives, sticks, shovels, rolling pins, and even a few watermelon knives.

"Get this straight, whose territory is this?"

The pastor said slowly, "Let's see who's tougher. These are my neighbors of twenty years. I've been preaching for many years, telling people to believe in Jesus, but they may not necessarily believe. But I can tell them to chop people up."

After a pause, the pastor raised his voice, "Ask them if they dare?"

The surrounding neighbors shouted in unison, "How dare you!!"

The sound was deafening, echoing back and forth in the alley.

Crow's expression changed, and he subconsciously took a step back. His henchmen behind him followed suit, each one tense.

Only because

They were surrounded.

If a fight breaks out, even if I win, I will suffer heavy losses on both sides, injuring the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of my own.

A smug smile crept across the pastor's face as he raised the megaphone again and continued, "Do you know why I preach and lead people to believe in Jesus?"

The crow instinctively asked, "Why?"

"That's because I like to let people rob things and then come to me to confess to God."

The pastor smiled like a cunning old fox, "This is how we achieved prosperity and strength."

No wonder Jesus was nailed to the cross for so many years and was never taken down.

The crow was stunned.

God is a place for repentance, not for making wishes.

This pastor is something else; no wonder he became a pastor.

The crow glanced warily at the old man who wasn't afraid of it, then at the crowd around it that outnumbered it by a factor of two.

The underlings behind him were also stunned and began to back down.

On the other side of the open space, Chen Haonan was panting heavily. Hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh, which aggravated his wounds, causing him to wince in pain.

Shufen supported him, her lips twitching slightly.

Crow's expression changed several times. He slung the machete over his shoulder and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fine, old man, you're too tough to back down."

He turned and walked away, but after a few steps, he stopped, looked back at Chan Ho-nam, and said, "Chan Ho-nam, you're lucky today. Next time, you won't be so lucky."

With a wave of his hand, he led his men away.

His underlings, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, followed him and disappeared into the alleyway in a flash.

The pastor stood there, watching the group walk away, before putting down his megaphone, turning around, walking up to Chen Haonan, and looking him up and down:

"Are you alright?"

Chan Ho-nam nodded, supporting himself on Suk-fan's shoulders as he stood up: "He's not dead yet."

"Okay then."

The pastor supported his other arm. "Come to me first, I'll bandage you up."

Shufen helped Chen Haonan and followed the pastor into the residential building.

The neighbors gradually dispersed.

The alleyway returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Tian's ghostly figure stood on the rooftop, watching the entire scene from beginning to end, and also felt that the pastor was quite something.

No wonder Western countries believe in Jesus; it seems their God was bound to the cross to atone for their sins.

After thinking for a moment, he jumped off the roof and landed in the shadows of the alley, silently following behind.

He couldn't just chop down the crow on the street.

That would only expose yourself.

We need to find a secluded place.

Crow led his men, walking angrily down the street, his face grim. None of his underlings dared to speak; they all followed with their heads down.

"Damn it, you old geezer!"

He kicked a soda can off the roadside, yelling, "One day, I'll bring some men and tear that dilapidated church down!"

The henchmen nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, tear it down!"

The crow grumbled and cursed for several blocks before its anger subsided somewhat. It stopped, glanced back, and then looked at its dejected underlings behind it, becoming even more irritated.

Smiling Tiger walked over and asked, "Crow, where's Chan Ho-nam?"

The crow said irritably, "We didn't catch him, but don't worry, with his woman in our hands, he can't escape."

The smiling tiger nodded. "That's true."

Crow glanced maliciously at the stuttering boy being held captive by Smiling Tiger's henchmen and said, "Get the brothers in line. We're having a buffet tonight."

"I, a crow, dislike wasting things the most. I always eat every single grain of rice in the bowl."

Upon hearing this, the little stutterer could only let out a "woof woof" sound of protest.

"Hahaha"

The crowd chuckled maliciously.

Crow chuckled and said, "Someone go tell Chan Ho-nam that if he wants to save his woman, he should come find me. The rest of you come back with me and line up."

One of the underlings excitedly stood up and said, "Boss, I'll go! But I'm a germaphobe, can I be number one?"

……